by Unknown
Oct 2011 261 Views 3 comments
Sahara and friends
Esa, Iya , Buh and Bah.
The Sahara.
The stars.
Charred meat
Hot bread.
Esa... Esa with her open heart,
Iya... Translating and teaching.
I love tonight
The sharp wind.
The black widow,
Everything short and sweet so sweet.
Precious moments
In our busy lives.
Precious moments like tonight.
Iya makes very good tea
But he made only two cups not three.
He owes me one.
The Sahara.
The stars.
Charred meat
Hot bread.
Esa... Esa with her open heart,
Iya... Translating and teaching.
I love tonight
The sharp wind.
The black widow,
Everything short and sweet so sweet.
Precious moments
In our busy lives.
Precious moments like tonight.
Iya makes very good tea
But he made only two cups not three.
He owes me one.
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
I lived with a group of Bedouin in the Sahara , I was learning french and arabic and all about how to survive the Sahara and about their beliefs. Being in the desert is awe inspiring , silent and empty yet full of a vibrant sort of presence that makes everything , every action,word or thought marked and at the same time irrelevant.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (3)
becomes significant ...and memorable yet
the vastness of nature makes us but
grains of that same dessert.
You really got me imagining this...thanks
Best wishes
Bill